My Pulitzer Moment

New York City was a sophisticated, witty place in the early  1980s. At least that's how it seemed to me. It was also loud and harsh, inducing a perpetual state of sensory overload. My apartment was in the heart of the city on 47th Street behind the historic Palace Theater---one stage door away from Times Square. Trips home to Louisiana were rare, and … Continue reading My Pulitzer Moment